I am back in San Diego (North County to be exact, in Poway) for the first time in at least a decade and it has changed enough that figuring out where everything is can be confusing at times.
Still a wonderful place, but it is also weird in so much as the people seem to be, at least to me, stuck in the late 80s. I don’t think I’ve seen this much day-glo since I graduated from high school. People also seem older, even perfect strangers seemed to be older than they were when I lived here.
I’m enjoying the winter here as it has always been one of my favorite places to be when it’s cold. The smell of oak burning in fireplaces brings back a flood of memories.
And to those people who viewed my last post as uncharacteristic, I am still the same, mildly caustic, overly rational person… I just thought wishing for peace was infinitely better than wishing for bloodshed.